Friday, November 2, 2018

Where Coyote Goes. by Michael Dwayne Smith



Listening to Willie Dixon work
Back Door Man, Kentucky
straight bourbon, and I can hear
the table being racked again—

what is it about
another man’s woman
in a smoky room,
dash of neon
painting a bar mirror.

All my pocket money’s going to be
swallowed by this wailing juke

and my credit card sees
nothing
but open highway.

The thing about now, this moment,
is it’s always perfect
in this little desert town
at 10:45
of a 90 degree August evening,

a bad moon out in the best way.
Possibility ranges these hills,
howls like an old lover, and where
coyote goes, I’ve got to follow.






Michael Dwayne Smith lives near a Mojave Desert ghost town with his family and rescued animals. His most recent book isRoadside Epiphanies (Cholla Needles Press, 2017). Nominated multiple times for the Pushcart Prize and Best of the Net, his work haunts many literary houses--including The Cortland Review, New World Writing, Star 82 Review, Blue Fifth Review, Skidrow Penthouse, Word Riot, Rat's Ass Review, Gravel, San Pedro River Review--and has been widely anthologized. When not writing or teaching, he edits Mojave River Press & Review.

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